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Fire fever.
Eyes crying, and teeth hurt.
Staring at the book of life my, my page, like a beeper.
The history of my joy and misery since a boy, were missing teeth , jumping from trees feet first.
Childhood to father hood, mom taught me to speak , but always think first.
Racing to my grave in this speeding hearse, slave from a young age, bite bleeding curse, out for blood like a vampires thirst.
Dad wasn't the best, but he wasn't the worse.
Stakes are raised , so mistakes I've made, twice in my life, there won't be a third.
If you're weak minded step aside, these are strong words.
Bench press my thoughts, Neptune's tight flow make it cool to be a N.E.R.D., don't talk about it be about it, action like a verb.
Speeding down the road to my soul, your standing on the curb.
Getting passed by life to let go is Absurd.